A/N: Timeskip! Adding extra years to the canon timeline between Episodes 7 & 8 to adjust the characters' ages a bit. This chapter starts the year before Episode 8. Rhysaenya's older faceclaim is now Ella Rattigan, of course with Valyrian features.

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The Red Keep, King's Landing, 129 AC

Her heart seemed to beat in her stomach.

Each lurch the ship gave brought another wave of tightness to her core, anxiety built up since they'd left Tarth. This was a true return home for her. When she'd seen the Phoenixfort for the first time, she hadn't felt any warmth spreading through her body or found herself tingling with a sense of recognition, given she had been a babe when she left it to live in King's Landing. But, because she'd grown there, coming back brought this wonderful sensation marred only by the reality of why they were finally making this journey.

It was time to marry.

Her hands clutched the railing tight as they sailed into Blackwater Bay, the castle hovering over the cliffs and reminding Rhysaenya of what awaited her there. Aegon and Aemond, two boys she hadn't spoken a single word to in eight years. Gods, she'd never appreciated the castle enough as a child. It had only been a place for her to live, yet now, a girl of eight-and-ten, she felt the hope of safety and authority, like a pair of arms wrapping around her in a sweet embrace to congratulate her for growing into who she was. The hug was too tight, however, when she imagined that the moment she felt that, she'd have to think only of her future.

She wore a blood red dress with slits on the sides and dark trousers beneath, having been riding Skyfall a few hours prior. She would've flown herself right to the yard if her mother didn't have some elaborate plan to introduce her to Aegon and Aemond, who had no idea how she looked now. Her mother insisted she wear a more extravagant gown that Bea had selected for her, but Rhysaenya insisted that both Aegon and Aemond would appreciate her looking like a dragonrider.

Rhysaenya was stunned with her own looks and the feel of control over her whole being. It hadn't been easy to adjust to living in the Phoenixfort, run with a rigid schedule where she was constantly having to do something purposefully to adhere to the rules of silence. When Karrhys had returned from Driftmark after Lady Laena's funeral– informing her Aemond had lost an eye because he claimed Vhagar– she'd been put on a strict regimen of reading and sparring that could not be broken.

She'd hated it, at first. The same way she more or less had always hated the way her parents inserted themselves into her life. But she came to appreciate it once she saw that Karrhys's harsh methods showed results. She could run and swim better than any other person her age– boy or girl. She had been made to fly in simulated battles with Skyfall, truly one with a dragon who knew what she felt and when she felt it, who could dodge arrows with her and would defend her at all costs.

Did she hate that sometimes, she'd fall and have Karrhys snarling in her face? Yes. Did she loathe how Eilryd had sometimes yanked her to her feet and shoved her back down, challenging her to make him stop? Yes.

The worst bit of training had been recent– a little under a year ago. They'd started preparing her for her first kill, beginning by pitting her against a raper and challenging her to subdue him and castrate him. However, each blow he managed against her meant the severity of her response had to increase. If she did not want to kill him, she should learn to be more efficient, to protect herself in as few moves as possible, to incapacitate someone without death. Then, of course, once she learned to do this, the opposite began– learn to kill in as few moves as possible.

They'd reminded her of the story of Rhysilla Ignividus, then. She'd been married to her brother Sytli when she was only ten, despite a rumor that Visenya might have liked to wed her to Maegor, who admired the girl. She never wanted him, however. In the end, Rhysilla became one of his Black Brides, and she tried to kill him to save herself and the other women trapped by him. Had she lived, she and Rhaena Targaryen might have been an unstoppable force in ending Maegor's reign. It was believed, when Sytli and Rhysilla had to kill their father Aniiro to protect Jaehaerys's claim, that she herself had dealt the killing blow to her father. She always had blades hidden beneath her sleeves.

Rhysilla was considered one of the best killers in the history of House Ignividus. All of this, she surmised, it had been a long game in turning her into the new Rhysilla, the woman who had failed to kill Maegor, failed to be a true Queen. She would not fail, however. No, not now. She was to be married. The decision had been made.

She found she admired her family, with all their talents and their vicious need to be the best. Karrhys was clever and fierce and resembled the painting of Agratzli in the sense that power seemed to radiate off him. He was a man that liked to think five steps ahead and said things as they were, no matter how harsh. She didn't like how abrasive she was, and so she did at times tiptoe around what she really wanted to say, but in a strange way she found that she was glad he was the man who raised her, rather than it being Daemon. He was a good example of perseverance and creativity. Mostly, she was glad he was her father and not her enemy.

Eilryd and Arrwyth did their best to give advice, though they hardly understood what little girls thought of and didn't often know what to tell her. Their words could be awkward at times, and Rhysaenya got the sense that they'd drunk in their father's lessons for so long without contest that they sometimes didn't know any better. Rhysaenya taught them a few things about how other people perceived certain words and deeds. It made them less intimidating. After all, she didn't think it right she be afraid of her brothers.

Her mother and Bea Tarth were no saints, either. When Rhysaenya had finally begun her monthly bleeds, it was they who gave her a formal explanation about sex and how she may one day need to do what other Ignividosi women had done before her– use her femininity as a weapon against idiot men. All of them were strong in their own way, though it seemed her mother was mostly driven by a raging hatred of Daemon Targaryen.

Bea, of course, held a secret with Rhysaenya that only Karrhys knew of. She had to be sneaky herself, to produce the sons that had been so deeply desired. Aelwyth, Kitwyth, and Aithryd were the three boys she'd managed to have, surely convincing Eilryd or Arrwyth that the children were theirs. Rhysaenya knew better, particularly in the warmth Karrhys showed them. Rhaelyn was none the wiser– of course he would have behaved so with his grandsons. She loved the boys dearly, they all did. Rhysaenya would miss them now that she'd gone. With Bea's permission, she'd taken each one into the skies once they were old enough to sit in her lap.

Yet none of it could fill the emptiness left by Helaena's absence. Rhysaenya was pleased to finally be going back to her. She wondered what stories her friend would have to tell her. What she'd think of who Rhysaenya had become. Rhysaenya was proud of herself. She was a strong, confident dragonrider who had accepted that she would one day be Queen. Her temper rarely got the better of her now, and she was more than willing now to strike a proper conversation with the King's sons the moment she arrived, though she was concerned that they might be so different that she would no longer feel as entertained as when she was nine. She regretted that Daeron would not be there anymore.

Finally, they docked. She rushed to the carriage excitedly, her parents trailing behind her. Eilryd and Arrwyth wouldn't come to King's Landing until her wedding, and would leave their guards behind to watch Bea and their boys until their return. It was strange to think that the next time she saw the Phoenixfort, she'd be a married woman. She'd probably have children.

"Here," said her mother, opening a box she'd brought with them once they were in the carriage. "To wear when you meet the boys again."

Rhysaenya made a face as she opened the box and found a sheer white cloth. "A veil? Why?"

"To surprise them," said Rhaelyn. "To leave them wondering as you walk up. You've turned into a beautiful young woman and no one should get to behold that until the Princes have." Her brothers had told her that Aegon and Aemond would both faint at the sight of her– she hoped that would not be the case.

She sighed, but started to fasten it to her head. "Alright. But I'm taking it off the moment I see them."

Rhaelyn glanced at Karrhys, as if to say Rhysaenya was being difficult. He merely smirked, mostly amused, and said, "Ensure you bring the spear with you. I want them to see you as more than a pretty face. The Princes should both know they are going to wed a warrior better than Visenya Targaryen."

"No," said Rhaelyn, "she should leave the spear in the carriage." She gestured to Rhysaenya's clothes. "She's already wearing this. Trousers and ringmail instead of a proper dress." She gave her daughter a significant look. "It is not what I imagined for this day. For years, I dreamed of when I'd escort you to King Viserys and Queen Alicent, present you as a flower bloomed ready to take your rightful place beside that throne. It certainly didn't involve a dragon-riding frock."

"Mother," she complained, putting the veil over her face. She could scarcely see out of it. "I look more powerful this way, formidable like a Queen. And comfortable. Aegon and Aemond will both have swords strapped to their sides. I need my own weapon– now that I know how to use it, I shouldn't have to set it down to lie to them about my strength."

Karrhys flicked his long fingers in agreement. Rhaelyn rolled her eyes, as if annoyed he was siding with Rhysaenya. For all their faults, sometimes, her parents were as normal as anyone else. "Jaehaerys and Alysanne were dragonriders," noted Karrhys. "I doubt Alysanne always wore dresses."

"Exactly," said Rhysaenya. "I already am going to marry one of them no matter what I'm wearing. As Father said, I have to be more than just a pretty face. A pretty face alone doesn't save our family, as you so like to remind me."

A smirk played on Karrhys's lips. He lifted the veil, and for a moment, said nothing as he examined her face. He glanced at Rhaelyn, "Do you think she looks like Alyssa Targaryen? Because they say she'd talk exactly like this."

"We never met Alyssa," said Rhaelyn. "So we should hope not, though, I doubt Viserys would know any better. I hear he's too weak to even sit the throne."

"If she does and Daemon sees her..."

"When will Daemon see her? He's busy fathering children with Rhaenyra on Dragonstone. Finally, he got what he wanted."

Rhysaenya tuned them out as they began to bicker, Karrhys teasing her in a borderline malicious manner about her jealousy and Rhaelyn sneering that she never would have slept with him if he hadn't been so eager to bed that woman in Driftmark. Her family seemed to be growing so much. She had two half-brothers on her mother's side, two half-sisters from Daemon, the Princesses Baela and Rhaena, and apparently two-half brothers now born to Rhaenyra, named Aegon and Viserys. Rhaenyra and Daemon had wasted no time in wedding after Laena died, an event which was followed in quick succession by the deaths of Ser Harwin Strong and Ser Laenor Velaryon as well. Suspicious, Rhysaenya would call it.

As the bickering quieted down, Rhysaenya said, "Before we get there, I need to know something." She wrung her hands nervously, wondering if they even had an answer. "Have you decided which one of them I am marrying? It might be easier to know before I walk in there."

"Technically, Aegon," said Karrhys. "Though, we've not heard the best things about that boy. We're told he is distracted at times. Aemond, however, is said to have become a fine swordsman. He rides the largest dragon in the world. He is clever, adheres to the Faith of the Seven, and is focused enough to be the strong ruler the Realm will need."

Rhysaenya's question was not fully answered. "Then... Aemond is the better candidate."

"Yes. But there is much more that may make it so he never sits the Iron Throne."

"Then... which one do I befriend more? Aemond was already my friend before we left. Aegon was the one I used to get into fights with."

Rhaelyn shrugged, "Both. Befriend them both. Rekindle whatever you had with Aemond and bring Aegon to heel. Be firm with him but give him room to show you what sort of man he is now."

"If I find anything problematic about him, I tell you?"

"That would be helpful to our family and the Realm."

That seemed easy enough. If Aegon had something severely wrong with him, she wouldn't want to marry him anyway. She wouldn't think him fit to be King of the Seven Kingdoms. "Rhysaenya," said Rhaelyn, "you might take inspiration from your brothers and Lady Bea. It is likely Aegon will sit the throne, but until he has an heir– especially one of age– Aemond will succeed him if anything happens. Perhaps you might prepare yourself to be Queen regardless of what happens."

She understood what that meant, and was glad the veil hid her blush. Gods, her family certainly wasn't shy about this. "Alright," she said quietly. Have Aemond close so that if he had to become King and needed a wife, he'd find one in her and no one else. She imagined the words between these lines, because her father was not the sort of man who didn't plan ahead. If Aegon proved problematic, if she had Aemond already prepared to marry her, she might need to do the Realm and her family a service by doing away with Aegon. They'd taught her about poisons for a reason, hadn't they?

As the carriage stopped, she glanced at her mother through the veil, the woman breathing deeply then putting on a smile as the door swung open. Her father climbed out first, offering his hand to the both of them. Karrhys held out his arm to Rhysaenya, having her hold on since she could barely see. She used her other hand to hold her spear, tapping it against the ground as they climbed the steps into the castle. They hadn't been received by anyone from the royal family there; presumably they were waiting in the throne room, unless the King had opted not to muster up his strength for this. If her parents hadn't already made their proposal, they would do it now.

Once they cleared the entrance stairs, she could make it anywhere without much trouble. She still remembered every turn, all her walks alone or with Helaena having been of great use. Her mother informed her they would instead be meeting in the grand dinner hall, the King too ill to even leave his bed. She'd be presented to the rest of the family, including Ser Otto Hightower.

Ser Harrold Westerling found them at the entrance, tilting his head up to nod at Karrhys, who still towered over him. He announced loudly, "Karrhys of House Ignividus, Lord of the Phoenixfort, Lord Paramount of Tarth, Master of the Phoenix, Defender of the Flame, Keeper of the Throne of Agni. Rhaelyn of House Ignividus, Lady of Fire. Their daughter, the Lady Rhysaenya Ignividus."

Queen Alicent moved forward, shaking the hands of her parents and then Rhysaenya's. Rhysaenya could barely see the shapes behind her. "Welcome again, Lord Karrhys, Lady Rhaelyn. And Lady Rhysaenya... it is a pleasure to see you again. How you've grown."

Rhysaenya had to lean down more than usual to curtsy properly. "Thank you, Your Grace. It is a pleasure to be back."

"Otto," said Karrhys, letting go of Rhysaenya and hugging the Hand. "Good to see you again. I don't think you ever met my daughter."

"No, I did not," said Otto. "Lady Rhysaenya."

"Lord Hand," she said, curtsying again. She looked sideways and was able to see one figure behind Queen Alicent with curly hair and a golden dress– that had to be Helaena. "It is good to finally meet you."

Ser Otto gestured to the table. "Please, sit. There is much to discuss now that you have returned."

"Yes, indeed," said Karrhys, sitting opposite Otto, both heads of the table. Rhaelyn helped Rhysaenya sit across from Helaena, who gave a small wave. Rhysaenya set her spear down and waved back, wishing Helaena could see how wide her smile currently was. Beside her were two male figures, one with shorter wavy hair and the other with a long and straight mane. She only knew the long-haired one was Aemond because half of his face was darkened by the shape of an eye patch.

The scraping of chairs drew her attention, everyone settled. "Eighteen years ago," said Otto, "an agreement was made between House Targaryen and House Ignividus. Rhysaenya Ignividus would be brought here to ward as a playmate for the Princess Helaena and a candidate for the bride of Prince Aegon or Prince Aemond."

The boys across straightened up, as if they either hadn't known it or had been expecting it and were ready to hear what would come from it. "His Grace and I have discussed this matter," said Otto, "and have come to an agreement with Lord Karrhys. House Targaryen and House Ignividus have worked closely for many years, and we believe that Lady Rhysaenya will be a strong match for the King's... eldest son, Prince Aegon."

She saw Aegon give a slight nod, and couldn't help but notice how Aemond tilted his head down, as if disappointed. She never got to know for certain if he had fancied her or not. "We expect the wedding to occur in four months' time," finished Otto. "In the meantime, we are glad to host the Lord and Lady of the Phoenixfort while Lady Rhysaenya reacquaints herself with Prince Aegon." He gestured toward Aegon, who slowly lifted himself out of his seat.

Rhysaenya stood as well, Aegon rounding the table. She was barely taller than him, and dared to shift her weight onto one knee to ensure they would be eye-to-eye. She was nervous as he placed his hands on the corner of the veil, wondering if both would like what they saw or neither would.

When he uncovered her face, she imagined his eyes widened as much as hers. He had that same pouty look on his lips as when they were children, only now his eyes had a darker look about them, as if early adulthood had sucked the life out of him ever so slightly. She had to admit, it was a good look for him if looking serious and intimidating was the goal. His hair had been cut short, but allowed for the waves of his locks to be more visible.

"Lady Rhysaenya," said Aegon quietly, eyes scanning over her entire face. "It is... good to see you again."

"And you, Aegon," she murmured, not sure why she felt a flutter in her stomach at the sound of his voice. Last he'd been badgering her with questions, it had been squeaky, barely changing. It was deeper now and steady. Why it intrigued her, she didn't fully understand. She'd never exactly felt much toward Aegon, after all, they hadn't even really been friends.

"I hope you've grown past your years of smacking me," said Aegon, a smile playing on his lips.

Her cheeks reddened. "I... regret having been such a temperamental young girl. I assure you, I am not like that anymore. I channel any anger into my spear."

"Yes, I can see that," said Aegon quietly. "I still remember the first day you used it on me. You wanted to cut my throat."

"Aegon," said Alicent, as if warning him not to tease her. Rhysaenya was embarrassed, but refrained from glancing at her parents, who surely were as embarrassed that she'd ever been so disagreeable.

"Not a bad thing," said Aegon with a shrug. "I deserved it." He took her hand, lifting it to his mouth to kiss the back of it. "I look forward to seeing you use it properly."

She curtsied, her hand tingling from his touch. Trying to distract herself from the anxiety that still threatened to swallow her whole, she glanced sideways at the others. She smiled at Helaena, her hair ever as long and beautiful. Her eyes shone more, kind smile unwavering. She had a delicate look about her, about as pretty as she'd always been but with an air of further confidence now that she stood proud as a grown woman.

It was Aemond that caught her by surprise. She'd heard of what happened at Driftmark after he claimed Vhagar, Lucerys Velaryon having taken his eye when the children got into a brawl. She heard he hadn't exactly forgotten the slight despite claiming he'd gotten a dragon out of it and that was, in itself, the price to be paid. Rhysaenya vaguely recalled Helaena once said that for Aemond to have his dragon, he'd need to close an eye. She'd interpreted it as Aemond being too narrow-minded and thus needing to shift his perspective. Instead, it had been literal.

Aemond's hair was longer now, and perfectly straight. His jaw had become more defined now that he'd grown, his one eye glaring about as seriously at Aegon. He, however, carried a longsword proudly, gripping the hilt even as he looked Rhysaenya up and down, zoning in on the spear beside her. She felt that same flutter in her stomach when he nodded his head at her, an unspoken reverence of her skill. Gods, she wished he hadn't grown to look so handsome, because it would make focusing on Aegon that much harder. Yet, she supposed, it would make it easier for her to do whatever she had to do for her family's success. She wondered if Bea Tarth had thought the same thing when she met Eilryd and Arrwyth.

"Well, then," said Karrhys, offering Rhysaenya's spear to her, "I'd say we let these two catch up. Such a fine pair they will make."

"Yes, indeed," said Otto, nodding to two knights at the door. "Escort Prince Aegon and Lady Rhysaenya to the gardens."

Aegon carefully offered his arm, which Rhysaenya took hesitantly, allowing him to lead the way. The guards lingered a bit behind, but not so much that they could truly speak freely.

At first, she didn't know where to begin the conversation. She stared down at her feet, Aegon in a similar conflict of whether to say something or not. It wasn't until they reached the rosebushes that she blurted out, "Do you remember helping me catch that spider for Helaena?"

"Yes," he said, seemingly relieved that she spoke first. "She's been lonely without you. No amount of handmaidens could ever replace you."

"I've missed her, too. The Phoenixfort was lonely without her. Skyfall had gotten used to being housed beside Dreamfyre." She bit her lip, unsure what exactly she should or shouldn't say. "So... you've changed."

Aegon smiled a bit. "As have you. I mean, you were pretty as a little girl, about as pretty as anyone can be at that age... I didn't care for that at the time, you were simply my younger sister's friend, yet... admittedly... now I find that I can't stop glancing your way."

"Stare all you want," she said, mostly as a joke. "I won't be going anywhere anytime soon. You've ah... grown into your features yourself."

This seemed to make him more comfortable. "That's the nicest way you could have said that I was ugly before," said Aegon, eliciting a laugh. "Really, a backhanded compliment is how you say hello to an old friend? The Phoenixfort has soured you."

"I didn't even know we were ever friends," said Rhysaenya honestly. "Besides, it is common sense that you do not tell a Prince he is ugly until you can defend yourself when he gets angry about it." When he grinned, she added, "You weren't ugly. I didn't think of those things then, either. You were simply Helaena's older brother and someone I hardly knew. Really, the only things I heard was that you liked to bed girls. At the time I did not fully understand that."

He turned pink. "You know, I didn't bed them here in the castle. I only chased them around for attention. I didn't bed anyone until my friends took me to the Street of Silk. Er..." He glanced back at the guards, whispering, "Have you—?"

"Oh, gods no," said Rhysaenya with a laugh. "Some of us do well enough on fantasies. In all honesty, there isn't much of a market for that on Tarth. Besides, it's different for girls... our virtue is called into question. Yours wouldn't be. " She tried to test how much he'd say, "Gaomagon ao cuib riñi saep?" (T: Do you bed girls often?)

He shook his head immediately. "Not since I learned of our engagement, which was several months ago. I don't know, I... I didn't want to do that. I took up drinking instead."

Rhysaenya pursed her lips in amusement. "So, you still can't speak High Valyrian and now you drink. What an interesting husband you're going to be."

He rolled his eyes, "It's not like that, it's... well..."

"Exactly like that," surmised Rhysaenya. "At any rate, better a drinker than a man who frequents the Street of Silk." She smiled to herself, remembering the joke he'd made comparing Caytell and Daemon. "I hope we'll get to know each other well before the wedding. I hope... despite everything... we can be civil to one another."

"Of course," said Aegon, bewildered. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"I don't know, a lot of people are unhappy in arranged marriages. Even people who've known each other forever. I don't want ours to be anything like that. I know we didn't exactly want this... so let's at least make the best out of it."

"I may not have wanted this," said Aegon, "but... I'm certainly not cursing the gods because of it. You're beautiful. I don't know what I imagined you'd look like when you came back, but you are certainly..."

She stopped in front of him, raising a challenging brow as she remembered Karrhys saying the boys needed to see her as more than a pretty face. "That's all that stands out? I'm beautiful?"

He blinked, then tried to correct himself. "Well, you like insects like Helaena," he said awkwardly. "I suppose that's something." He scrambled for ideas, watching her lips curl up in amusement. "I'm not shallow, you know! I may be a bit stupid but not shallow. I cannot always think under such pressure."

"You're a man," she noted. "I don't often expect them to see beyond what I look like."

"You fight with a spear," he said. "That's fearsome. You have a dragon. You were always reading before, I remember hearing you speak for hours about things I'd never even heard of and you've been fluent in High Valyrian long before me. Do you hear that, Rhysaenya Ignividus? You're an interesting person aside from being beautiful. In fact, I think your mind is more beautiful than your face."

Rhysaenya smiled, glad to hear those words from him. Something about him was different, something made her feel this might be good. So far, she hadn't found anything that would make him a bad King, though it was yet to be seen how in the Seven Hells they were going to convince King Viserys to name him heir. "Well, at present, I know less about you but I do remember you being funny. I hope to soon see what you can do with a sword."

He blushed. "I'm not as good as Aemond. I don't think anyone is... save for Daemon Targaryen."

Her smile wavered, but she maintained her composure. "He's certainly grown into himself. I don't quite remember him being so... well, I do not wish to call him cold, but he seemed like a lion waiting for its prey to jump into his den."

"He's definitely changed. But he still fancies you."

"Oh, gods, you can't possibly still be going on about that. He never fancied me, I think you were making that up or misinterpreting his words."

"He did. He hated when you were gone and he became anxious when he heard you were returning. And he was furious when he learned we were going to be wed. I think he'd rather take you to wife himself."

It made her stomach give a leap. Maybe she could manage to make a similar arrangement to Bea. Maybe Aegon wouldn't mind it. Maybe... she could get the most out of the experience. Regardless of who fathered her children, they would be Ignividus and Targaryen. But she told Aegon, "Unfortunately for him, it's not the deal that was made. It doesn't really matter. If it's alright with you, I'd like to go and find some rest. The voyage was long and I'd like a ride on the morrow."

Aegon nudged her arm and winked. "A ride can be arranged."

Rhysaenya made a face, "Gods, have you only been waiting to fuck a woman all these months? You'll need to wait longer."

"At the end of the day, I am a man with a very active imagination," he admitted. "And you walking in with that dragon riding skirt, a spear, and... well, everything else... it definitely brought some old sensations to mind. But alas, I was only joking. I'll join you on Sunfyre if you'd like company."

She raised a brow, not entirely sure he was joking. She sensed a desperation she didn't fully understand, not having opened the curious floodgates in her own mind and body. "Yes, I'd like company. Perhaps we might fly over the cliffs and find a spot to ourselves."

Aegon's mind so obviously went elsewhere. "Alone?"

"To talk, Aegon," she said, unable to help but laugh again. "Gods, with this enthusiasm, you're going to kill me on our wedding night."

"I should be the one fearing death, you're the one that used to beat me."

"Gods, I said I was sorry!"

"No, you didn't, you said you regretted it."

"Well, fine, I am sorry. I shouldn't have behaved like that. There was much repressed anger in me I didn't understand until I came to see who I really was at the Phoenixfort. My hot temper has its reasons– my brothers were like that too, before they honed their skills. I won't ever hit you again. I won't hit anyone if I can help it. I'm not a little girl anymore."

Aegon shrugged, "Good, then, nothing to fear. That means perhaps I don't need to hold the dragon in me back on our wedding night."

He winked and she rolled her eyes. She glanced behind them, the guards having stopped and faced away. She reached out quickly, grabbing at Aegon's leg and squeezing painfully close to his cock. He let out a yelp and she withdrew her hand before the guards could see.

"Keep in mind I'm a dragon, too," she said with her own wink. "You'll need to proceed with caution."

She strode past the guards, knowing Aegon was smiling.

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A/N: Happy 100 pages! Faceclaims for her other family members: Cody Fern for Eilryd (Michael Langdon from American Horror Story), Zach McGowan for Arrwyth (Roan in The 100), Huw Parmenter for Moyric (Roland in Vikings), and Miranda Otto for Bea Tarth (Eowyn in Lord of the Rings).